Annie talked to her mother tonight, and came back with a concern. It seems that mommy told her she couldn't listen to a certain song: Disco Inferno. She had tears in her eyes, and I asked why she couldn't listen to that song anymore. She said she didn't know. I looked up the lyrics, and was livid. Annie asked if she could still listen to another favored song: Candy Shop. With fear, I looked up the lyrics to this song.

No, honey, that is not an appropriate song for you to listen to. In my opinion, it's not an appropriate song for anyone to listen to. She was so upset.

So? I called her mother. I thought I was trying to be understanding. I thought I was trying to be open. I asked her about the issue. She said she told Annie she couldn't listen to that song. That's good stuff. However, I asked how Annie ever heard the song, and the floodgates of wrath were open. I truly don't know how it came to this, but we suddenly had a fight. I really, really wanted to talk about aligning our parenting goals, and it became a terrible fight. At one point she exclaimed that I wasn't that great of a parent, either. Wow. She knows me well enough that she knew that was the kick in the groin. I promise to the blogging deities, I just wanted to align and understand. Apparently, my typical forcefulness turned it into something else.

I couldn't care less what happens to my ex anymore. I just wanted to find some common ground to discuss how Annie is raised. We didn't even come close. It was just a confrontation.

Irritated with myself and my ex.